May 24, 2026
Nature Done Wright
Incorporating the Celery Farm and Screech Owl Companion blogs
Exclusive Trap Cam Pix
Thought I'd share trap-cam pix of some of the critters hanging out at Stiles and Sis Thomas' feeder after a bear allegedly bent it. I thought I'd post these in black-and-white because they already were.
A big thanks to David Kaplan for the loan of the cam.
4 comments
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Yes, lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. I’ll pass it along to Stiles.
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Thank you…the chubby raccoon evoked the poem, lol. And it seemed like the right time of year for it!
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Delightful poem … and pix!
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That plump little raccoon reminded me of a poem I like:
Joe Cottonwood
Apr 28, 2015
Raccoon Song
Raccoon tapping on the windowpane
Fuzzy beggar, growing tame
Evenings longer, midnights colder
My love and I
Just a little bit older
Quarter moon above the trees
Wind blows softly, rustling leaves
Would you love me if I lost my hair?
No, my dear
And don’t you dare
Dog curling up by the potbelly stove
Whiskers peek from the old mouse hole
Grandma’s quilt has a brand new patch
No more cookies
Or I’ll get fat
Rocking chair got a squeak again
Sniff the air, smells like rain
Horned owl hoots from out the wood
I believe
All life is good
Before I die I want to know
All the winds and why they blow
All the forests, every stream
Why you smile, babe
When you dream





4 comments
Jim Wright
Yes, lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. I’ll pass it along to Stiles.
Marianne Herrmann
Thank you…the chubby raccoon evoked the poem, lol. And it seemed like the right time of year for it!
Camille
Delightful poem … and pix!
Marianne Herrmann
That plump little raccoon reminded me of a poem I like:
Joe Cottonwood
Apr 28, 2015
Raccoon Song
Raccoon tapping on the windowpane
Fuzzy beggar, growing tame
Evenings longer, midnights colder
My love and I
Just a little bit older
Quarter moon above the trees
Wind blows softly, rustling leaves
Would you love me if I lost my hair?
No, my dear
And don’t you dare
Dog curling up by the potbelly stove
Whiskers peek from the old mouse hole
Grandma’s quilt has a brand new patch
No more cookies
Or I’ll get fat
Rocking chair got a squeak again
Sniff the air, smells like rain
Horned owl hoots from out the wood
I believe
All life is good
Before I die I want to know
All the winds and why they blow
All the forests, every stream
Why you smile, babe
When you dream